The Motor Boys on the Pacific - Or, the Young Derelict Hunters by Clarence Young
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It's a sort of natural dock, but go slow. I'll meet you there, I want
to tell you something." "Shall we ask him about the man?" inquired Bob in a low voice. "No, don't," advised Nellie quickly. "It might make trouble. See what he has to say, and then let's hurry home. I'm afraid of him." "What? With we three aboard?" asked Jerry with a little laugh. "We are complimented." "Oh, I don't mean that," Nellie hastened to say. "I mean that Mr. Blowitz is a dangerous man." She spoke low for she did not want him to hear her, and they were quite near to shore now. Ned steered for the little point of land, and found he could send the boat quite close with no danger of hitting the rocks. Presently Blowitz, who had momentarily vanished amid the shadows at the foot of the cliff, appeared. "Good evening, boys," he said. "I--" he stopped suddenly, "I didn't know you had young ladies aboard." "Yes, we have been taking a moonlight run," Jerry explained. "We saw you up there on the cliff, and--" "I was there with a friend of mine," Blowitz spoke quickly. "We were talking about the derelict brig. I was to meet a sea captain there, |
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